I’m not the favorite

Every parent says “no I don’t have a favorite child that’s not how love works” but I can tell my mom lies when she says that. She so clearly loves my brother more and I know it may be because I’m a pain in the ass sometimes but other than that I’m great to her I help with chores all the time, I got a job at 14 to help pay for camps that I needed to go to for volleyball, I keep my room clean and cook dinner for them all often. Yet still she acts like I’m just a burden. I show her something new I’m working on or talk about a show I’m excited about and she barely bats an eye and just says “oh that’s good I’m glad you like it” and then when my brother goes on and on about something he enjoys she eats it up and can’t seem to get enough. I’ve always felt closer to my dad but ever since I hit puberty we haven’t been as close as we were before, and I really need a parent to understand what I’m going through right now but neither give me the time of day. They treat me like a monster, but the only reason I explode at them is because I bottle up every little thing for so long and then it all just blows up at the most minor inconvenience. I just feel so unloved and like an afterthought in my own family and I just want to feel safe with them but I don’t think I ever will.